Thanks for the input both of you. I have been pondering how to re-write since TYWD responded. So I tried to respond to both of your comments in the following re-write. Let's see if it worked. This getting inside a man's mind is tough. Y'all ain't easy, y'know that. (I probably still didn't succeed) Anyway... Here goes.


“Now you understand that we instruct women and men in the art of being good ‘sexual servants’. Slave conjures too many images of ownership. This is not about ownership.” I said sternly. “For the servants we place it is a two-way street; the master/mistress is as much ‘owned’ as the slave. Each needs the other in order to achieve sexual fulfillment. We train individuals to take either the dominant role, the submissive role or to take and give pleasure in switching between the two.”

I gestured towards the chair across the desk from me, “Come sit down and we will begin. My name is Adept Jason Smythe. You may address me as Master, Adept or simply Sir. “And your name is,” I glanced briefly down at the file before me, “Catherine Grahm.” Ms. Grahm, Are you prepared to be secluded from the world for a period of six months to a year that is necessary for first year trainees?”

Catherine looked nervous. “Yes, Sir” she nodded as she replied.

“Good.” I picked up the phone and called to Adept Brown my Co-admissions officer. “Adept Brown, is in charge of admitting our male trainees. She will serve as witness to the legal documents that we will sign granting you admission to our program.” We reviewed and signed the documents that protected both the trainee and the institution. They had all the legalese for keeping the trainees and adepts safe and healthy, the establishment of safe words etc. I had been admitting our female trainees for the past 5 years. Since I took over and added these new legal formalities we have had no disappointed customers causing us trouble with the authorities. It is all a matter of making sure before hand that everyone is clear on their roles and responsibilities as well as what their expectations of the training. This was completely unlike when I trained here. We had a few unfortunate incidents in which the trainees did not fully understand that sexual servant meant, well, having sex and were forced to expend large sums of money from our coffers to keep our institution safely out of the public eye.

I shuffled through the file on my desk; “I understand from your application here that you ultimately wish to be a Submissive Adept” She nodded.

“You will begin as an Admitted. The first year of the program is in isolation from the vanilla world. You will remain on campus at all times. If at any time during the up coming examination you are uncomfortable, you may leave. Your admission will be terminated and you can walk out that door. No harm, no foul. Once you have completed the examination and have affirmed your wish to become part of our community you will be an Admitted and will do as instructed at all times. After the first year of training your will be reviewed by a panel of Adepts. If you pass the exam you may remain as an Acolyte for the remaining 2 years during which time your freedoms to leave campus and interactions with the vanilla world can increase as deemed by your instructors. If you fail the exam you will leave Campus to resume your vanilla existence. These papers include confidentiality agreements between all students, instructors and adepts. What happens within these walls stays within these walls. Do you understand and agree to these terms?”

“Yes sir, All I desire is to be fulfilled and give fulfillment in return.” She looked at me with confidence shining from her eyes.

Although I have done many of these entrance introductions, I never failed to get excited at the thought of the next step in her enrollment. “Remove your clothes. We will put them into storage for you. From here on out you will only wear what we tell you, when we tell you.”

“Yes Adept, Sir” she replied with alacrity. I watched impassively as she removed her street clothes. She was gifted with large breasts and large hips to go with them. I looked forward to the testing those with a flogger.

As I continued to watch, I was careful to not let any expression cross my face. I wanted to see how she would react when nervous and under pressure. Nothing is surer to throw a person off balance than not being able to read the facial expression of the person you are interacting with. Sure enough, I saw a light sheen of perspiration beginning to glisten on her body.

She had gotten to her underwear and began to hesitate. “All of it”, I clipped out. As she removed her bra and panties a blush started to rise from her chest and began to heat her face. “Why are you blushing, surely you understood that nudity was to be expected?” I inquired.

“I am sorry, Sir. I am embarrassed because I hesitated.” She uttered, seemingly mortified as tears welled in her eyes.

“You are here to learn, we will disregard that for now. I am sure you will do better and meet if not exceed our expectations”. As I spoke, mind was spinning, this Admitted has great potential. “Now fold your clothes and give them to Adept Brown so she can get back to her business. We have kept her from her duties long enough.”

“Now, on your knees and thank the Adept properly.” I told Catherine as she handed her clothing to Adept Brown. “Say ‘Thank you, Ma’am’ and kiss her hand.”

As Adept Brown left the room I spoke to the Admitted in front of me. “Stand and put your hands behind your back high under your shoulder blades. That’s it. I want those breasts pushed out. Turn around slowly so I can see what we have to work with.” As she turned, the blush again began to work its way up from her chest into her face. I noted this ease of embarrassment in her file. Each instructor would get a copy prior to beginning work with her.

“Now bend over and touch the floor with your legs spread.” I walk slowly around her making notes in her file about her reactions both physically and the outward signs of her mental state.

Although she had answered the next few questions in her application it was my practice to ask again during the interview process just to confirm. Besides, it was my pleasure.

I parted her exposed nether lips, already damp, and asked as I inserted a finger, “Have you ever had vaginal sex?” From her application I know the answer to be yes, and often.

“What about anal sex?” I queried as I gently touched her puckered rosebud. That answer I knew to be negative thus I only touched. “That will be a lesson for another time.” I remarked as I gently stroked the surface of the orifice.

“Have you ever had a proper spanking?” She had answered yes on her application but “proper” is a term that was always up for interpretation. So it was my practice to always administer the Admitteds first “proper” pleasure spanking. Our policy is to leave punishment spankings until earned.

“You may stand.” I sat on the couch I keep just for this purpose. “Over my knees, let’s see if I can make your bottom blush as prettily as your face?” I only administered 5 brisk swats to each cheek just to see how she warmed up, not enough to really make the tears fall.

By now my member was quite stiff and I needed a little relief. “Have you ever had oral sex? On your knees and you can thank me properly for your entrance exams before I have one of the Acolytes show you to the Dorms.”